Jack's head turns when the lock clicks, gaze lifted from the cloth knot in his hands over to the doorway. He hadn't been sure whether to expect Eowyn or Faramir, when the time came -- or if it would be armed guards that would come to his room, had the conversation gone poorly. Upon seeing that it's Faramir, however, Jack slides his feet from off the table and sets aside the cloth, straightening in his seat.
He hasn't given thought to what he'd say during those two hours, preferring instead to feel out the mood and wing it as he went. He doesn't speak out of turn once the door shuts, waiting for Faramir to initiate; in the meantime, Jack has defaulted back to that composed, calm demeanor that comes natural to him in tense situations.
Faramir's question brings a pause from him. Don't lie, she'd told him. "I hadn't planned for it when I came, no." Which is honest. He hadn't thought Eowyn would give him the time of day, with her husband back in the picture. And, at the very start, Jack had tried to hold back, with his own self-preservation in mind. That hadn't lasted long, clearly. "I hadn't ... meant for it to happen."
Had it been on his mind, however? Certainly. Ever since she'd swept into that cell and he'd laid eyes on her, wrenching back all those memories from Panem that he'd buried during that first month home carousing and pirating. But he doesn't offer that tidbit. He's not sure Faramir would appreciate hearing how he'd been lusting after his wife. "It just -- " He gestures some, "-- happened."
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Date: 2017-06-02 09:20 am (UTC)He hasn't given thought to what he'd say during those two hours, preferring instead to feel out the mood and wing it as he went. He doesn't speak out of turn once the door shuts, waiting for Faramir to initiate; in the meantime, Jack has defaulted back to that composed, calm demeanor that comes natural to him in tense situations.
Faramir's question brings a pause from him. Don't lie, she'd told him. "I hadn't planned for it when I came, no." Which is honest. He hadn't thought Eowyn would give him the time of day, with her husband back in the picture. And, at the very start, Jack had tried to hold back, with his own self-preservation in mind. That hadn't lasted long, clearly. "I hadn't ... meant for it to happen."
Had it been on his mind, however? Certainly. Ever since she'd swept into that cell and he'd laid eyes on her, wrenching back all those memories from Panem that he'd buried during that first month home carousing and pirating. But he doesn't offer that tidbit. He's not sure Faramir would appreciate hearing how he'd been lusting after his wife. "It just -- " He gestures some, "-- happened."